My fingers brush your lips on 
On a cold day in June 
I won't forget anything 

I disregard every action 
Between me and you 
On days that shine 
And days that gloom 

There's a bat on my neck 
And it's a big one 
It's got your number 
It's got mine too 
And it'd be quite content to feast on you 

He's crawling 
He's crawling on my neck 

Then he spoke to me 
"Horror" 

Oh you be so scared 
It wasn't what I thought it was t first 

Oh you be freaking out boy 
There's a bat on my neck 
I be freaking out 

There's a bat on my neck 
But it's not a f**king bat 
I'm a son of a bitch